urgh.

urgh.

Squirchh…

Yeah, today’s one of those days. You know, those slow days when time seems to crawl just so that you have to focus on your problems? Urgh. Thinking of those problems–from rent and bills to broken laptops–just seems to make your stomach produce just a little more of whatever gastric acids it produces. Sometimes, if you’re really quiet and really still, you can actually feel the squirchh somewhere in the vicinity of the belly.

Sigh.

And that’s all you can really do about it. At least, that’s all I can do about it.

Wait a minute. I can always cry about it, too. Luckily, I’m too lazy at this point to cry. It takes so much effort. Sighing is just so much easier. It’s just a heavier exhalation of the breath.

Breathe in. Keep breathing in, then release. Siiiiiiiigh.

It occasionally quiets that belly noise that isn’t hunger.

But only for a little while.

I wish time would move faster and I didn’t have to dwell on my issues.

Move time…tick that tock. I can’t keep feeling like this. It’s gotta be bad for my health if I can hear my stomach squeezing gastric acids around.

And that would just be one more thing to worry about.

Squirchh… sigh.